every year, everything i have learned leads to this

There was a saying: the more that topside changed, the more the undercity stayed the same. And Viktor, who walks with a crutch and a brace in the Talis house colors and wears a uniform made from cloth that costs more than what a hundred workers in the mines could ever make in a year, has never been able to mask what he knows everyone sees everyday—a Zaunite. He always belonged to the place that kills the flowers. It doesn't matter that he’s stayed in Piltover longer than he has ever lived in the undercity. He was Viktor from Zaun then, and he remains Viktor from Zaun now, looking up at the last traces of light spilling from the skies that kissed Piltover.---Viktor in three conversations, one night a year before his death.